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Well, when I saw what Gustav had done with that big beautiful bunch of daffodils, I tossed caution to the wind and asked him to create a special painting for my mother for Mother’s Day.
He snorted rudely; then said, “Do you think I have time for this? Do you realize how many other projects I have begun, how many commissions are yet unfinished?”
I tried to look apologetic and I’m sure I failed miserably.
“Oh, Gustav, nothing elaborate – your daffodils are so elegantly done – perhaps just a bouquet of flowers on a simple background?”
I figured if I flattered him enough he might come around. I knew he didn’t have a mistress at the time; if he had, I am sure he would have refused outright. I looked at him with my best spaniel eyes and he laughed.
“All right, all right, just a little something quick – not too big and not too intricate. How much are you willing to pay?”
Now there was something I hadn’t even thought of. I have no money and Gustav had already made it plain he wasn’t interested in my body – except perhaps to paint – so I hemmed and hawed a bit.
“I don’t know,’ I finally said.
“Well, I know you’re a poor starving creature, so let’s say $150 and a good meal.” he replied, and after a short pause – “with _cabbage.”_
That last bit about the cabbage was a personal dig, because Klimt knows cabbage is on my top 10 list of things never to pass my lips. I had already told him the very aroma of cooking cabbage made me retch. But what a deal…an original Klimt for $150 and a vile meal!
“All right,” I said, “but Gustav, you have to promise not to be condescending about the meal. I’ve never cooked cabbage before.”
“Well then, it will be most interesting to see what you concoct,” he chuckled.
I left soon afterward and waited to hear from Gustav. I knew better than call and bother him when he was so busy and had been kind enough to agree to paint a small canvas for me. Much to my surprise, it was only a week before he rapped on my door early one evening with a wrapped parcel under his arm.
“I have finished your painting,” he said as he stepped in. “I cannot stop, I’m in a terrible rush, I am meeting someone for a drink. Here!”
He thrust the parcel at me.
I put the canvas on a chair, unwrapping it carefully so as not to damage it. As I pulled it from the wrappings, the beautiful colors leapt out at me.
“Oh Gustav, it’s…”
I didn’t have words to describe how I felt.
“Well, good then,” he grunted. “I will call you about the meal. I must go.”
And off he went into the night.
Digital canvas-textured oil painting. The roses are adapted from an original photograph – the rest I made up.
Tech specs: Photoshop, Filter Forge, Xero, DAP